Possessive Baby Daddy

I linger for a long moment before sitting down next to her. She doesn’t try to move away. I just sit there and let out a long breath before she puts her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and pull her against me. She doesn’t fight and seems to melt into my body.

“I still hate you, you know,” she says.

“I can tell.”

“It’s just that, I think I want you even more than I hate you. Is that weird? I think it’s weird.”

“I don’t know,” I admit. “Probably a little weird.”

“Oh, well.” She sighs. “I’m just so tired. I feel like I’ve been fighting my dad my whole adult life and now I’m finally done.”

“You shouldn’t be done,” I say.

“Didn’t you buy the place?”

“No, I didn’t.”

She looks up at me, clearly surprised. “Why not? You had him. He would’ve handed it over to you.”

“I know. But I asked him to tell me where you live instead.”

“Shaun…”

“Listen to me.” I look down into her eyes and press her back into the couch. She stares at me, surprised, but she doesn’t struggle. “You need to fight for this.”

“Fight how?”

“I don’t know,” I say. “Stay in the contest. Try to beat me.”

“What’s the point?”

“The point is, you get your dignity and your company. Walking away gets you neither.”

Her anger flares. God, I love that about her. She struggles against me but I pin her down harder.

“You don’t know anything about my dignity,” she says.

“I know that you need to win. I thought that if I bought the company and gave it to you… I thought that would work. That you’d want to be near me if you got what you wanted. Obviously, I was wrong.”

“You really were going to give it to me?” she asks.

“I swear it. I still will, if you want.”

She bites her lip. “No.”

“I didn’t think so.” I relax my grip and lean into her. She closes her eyes but my lips brush past hers. “You like the fight,” I whisper in her ear.

“Maybe I do,” she admits.

“So then fight. It’s not about beating me anymore. It’s about winning this contest and taking what’s yours.”

I pull back and she’s breathing fast. She’s back in comfortable clothes after having on her work outfit earlier. Tight black yoga pants, same low-cut tank top. Her breasts heave up and down and I want to kiss them, suck her nipples, make her moan.

But not yet. God, just not yet.

“You’re just going to let me win,” she says.

“I won’t. And I don’t think I’ll have to. This reality TV shit… you were born to it.”

She laughs a little. “My dad said that too.”

“He might be right. You’re clever, Klara. You’re clever and fucking gorgeous.” I do kiss her neck then, and her cheek. “You don’t even realize it.”

“God,” she whispers, half moan, half sigh. “How did things get so complicated?”

“You got pregnant,” I say. “Pregnant by a very, very rich man.”

“Oh, the horror.”

“I know.” I smirk and bite her lower lip. She stares at me, mouth hanging open, plump and gorgeous.

“So I should come back,” she whispers.

“Come back and fucking win. Force your father’s hand.”

“What if he sells to you anyway?”

“Then I’ll buy the company in your name.”

She arches an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Really. That’s what I’ve always wanted. But we both know that won’t happen. You’re going to win this game, one way or another.”

“Shaun—”

“Stop being so afraid,” I say.

The anger flares up again. “I’m not afraid.” She struggles back against me.

I pin her harder. “Yes, you are.” I kiss her chest then, and I know I’m losing control of myself. When she struggles, it drives me wild. I’d let her go in a heartbeat if she said the word, but we both know what she wants, where this is heading. “You’re afraid you’ll lose. You’re afraid your father won’t live up to his word. You’re afraid the world will come tumbling down when you have that baby. But I’m here to say nothing bad will happen, because you have me.”

“I don’t know if I want you.”

I chuckle. “You do.”

I kiss her then, slow and deep, and she moans into my mouth.11KlaraHis kiss ignites me. I go from passive, radiating anger, to a burning white-hot flame. I push against him, kissing him hard, tasting his tongue in my mouth, moaning against his strong body.

He keeps me pinned and it drives me wild. I fight him, struggle, but it’s like fighting a wall. He’s strong and powerful and every time he pushes me down harder, I feel another jolt of energy and desire flood all over my body. His grip moves up into my hair and pulls it, kissing my neck, my lips, my chest. His other hand pushes my tank top up, over my bra, and his lips move down to kiss my stomach and my chest.